We went to get our family photo with Santa yesterday.
Our local shopping centre has a ‘North Pole Cottage’ set up – quite a sight in the sweltering Australian sun – where children and their parents wait in line for a thirty-second chance to tell Santa what they’d like for Christmas, say “Cheese!”, take a candy cane from the bowl and a glossy photo card from the printer, and be on their merry way.
Can you see this working for you?
Neither could I.
In fact, we’ve only just started using our parking pass because until recently, I didn’t feel that we needed it enough.
We’re lucky that Charlie is still little – we don’t need to negotiate Santa’s grotto with her wheelchair yet – but by the time we got to the front of that line, she would have been beside herself with frustration because she has no idea what we’re waiting for, overwhelmed by the excited crowd, and my arms would have been completely dead from holding her.
I had heard of a shopping centre that dedicated some time specifically to children with special needs, but it was nowhere near home.
To my surprise, they had nothing in place for this.
However, they were very kind and understanding and offered to make Santa available to us prior to the official opening time.
In this way, we managed to avoid the crowd and take a few extra moments to get Charlie settled and facing the camera etc.
Here’s the result – aren’t they lovely?
(I may be slightly biased).
This has taught me that sometimes all I need to do is ask.
Ask, and ye shall receive.
Seems appropriate at this time of year, eh?
Are you happy with your current therapist?